Page 72 of Scoring the Doctor

Reece moved closer in the Jacuzzi, wrapping his arms around me. The heat of the water relaxed my muscles and I sank lower so the bubbles came up to my neck. “This is nice.”

He pressed his lips to my temple. “It is.”

I quirked a brow. “It’s handy having a billionaire who owns a hotel in the family, isn’t it?”

Humor laced his tone as he planted kisses along my shoulders. “It has its pros and cons.”

He passed me a glass of champagne and took a strawberry from a silver platter. I opened my mouth to let him feed me. Sweetness and fizz burst on my tongue. Warmth filled my chest. The past six months had been the best of my life. In some ways, nothing had changed. We’d picked up where we left off, but we were different now, too. Playing in the States had helped my confidence to no end, and Reece was more relaxed. The writing settled him.

He cleared his throat. “Do you remember once when you were staying here, you invited me back to your room?”

I rolled my eyes. “One of the many times you said no, I take it?”

“Do you remember what you said to me, about Gabe’s gold-plated Jacuzzi?”

“What did I say?”

“You said you were inviting me up for a shag in a gold-plated Jacuzzi, not asking me to marry you.”

A laugh bubbled up out of me. “Yeah. I remember.”

He didn’t laugh with me. His face took on a solemn, stern expression.

“What’s the matter?”

He took a breath. Water sloshed out of the sides as he got out of the bath and wrapped a towel around his hips. He fiddled in the pocket of his jacket hung neatly on the chair and pulled out a small box.

“Well, you see. I invited you up here for a shag in a gold-plated Jacuzzi.”

He dropped down to one knee, holding the towel in place to protect his modesty. He flicked the lid of the box open. My gaze fell to the sparkling diamond ring and my mouth fell open.

“But I also wanted to ask you to marry me.”

Surprise stole my breath. “Seriously?”

A faint smile played on his lips. “Have you ever known me not to be serious?”

I couldn’t help my roar of laughter. “We’re both naked. I never imagined we’d both be naked when you proposed to me.”

“You imagined me proposing to you?”

I chuckled. “Only once a day.”

“Is that a yes?”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to my lips. “Of course it’s a yes. Now, get back in here. Asking me to marry you is fair enough. Don’t forget the rest of the offer.”